What the single, independent women do
We then proceeded to watch Sweet Home Alabama for the I-don't-know-how-many-eth time. When it ended about 10:15, Jenny had to go home so she could watch the insides of her eyelids.
In case you were wondering, this is what single, independent women do for fun.
Our new line that we now say to each other is, "one day, our lives will not suck."
I actually know a publisher who is planning on releasing a book entitled When Will My Life Not Suck? I'm not sure where it is in the process of being released. I need to check into it. Actually, my life isn't all that bad. I just like the title of the book.
Now, I'll share a stupid story. When I was in high school, if anyone said, "that sucks" in middle of geometry class, our teacher, Mr. Hurley would say, "you have to add a direct object after it." For example, "that sucks apples" or "that sucks eggs." To not have a direct object evidently equated using the phrase as cussing. However, it was OK, as long as you had a direct object.
So, that my friends is your stupid story of the day. I really wish the House marathon was still on (speaking of House, I have a book review coming tomorrow that will mention House). Unfortunately, TLC has decided to spend at least three days (because I think it started Friday night) showing absolutely nothing except for Jon and Kate Plus 8. I don't know about you, but I am so over Jon and Kate, and really don't care what they have been doing when the cameras are not on. I've heard enough recently.
Don't get me wrong--if they are having all the problems the media has been talking about, that's really sad. That gets me onto another subject that I was talking about with my mom yesterday--how people can just break off one marriage to hook-up two minutes later with someone else. I'm not going to go any further than that at this present time. It may suck mangoes to be single at times, but at least my life doesn't suck kiwi in other ways.